The Mirror – Part Two – Fairy Tale

storm comingPart Two

Jane grabbed for Jason’s hand as a mighty gust of wind came nearly toppling him into the churning water below.

“Be careful!” she shouted against the wind.

“But … but, where are we?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.  I told you I had a bad feeling about the mirror.  All I saw was a flash of light when the sun hit the mirror where you’d scraped off the paint!”

They looked around and saw that behind them stood a clump of trees.  The dragon flew closer.  Somehow, it seemed that the tempest was following the dragon itself.  Lightning flashed ripping the dark sky in two.  The young people turned and ran towards the trees hoping that it would give them some protection from the driving wind and rain.

The dragon dove down towards them.  And cut off their escape landing between them and the trees.

“What creatures are you?” the dragon asked in an imperious female voice.

Jane and Jason just stood gawping at the dragon.  Actually, they’d never imagined that dragons even existed so to have one standing in front of them asking such an unusual question relieved them of their speaking faculties.

“Well … I’m waiting for an answer! Be quick!  Don’t make me angry!”

“Well … we’re people.” Jason said without much elaboration.

“People?  What are people?  I know fairies and strummers … but I’ve never seen the likes of you.”

The wind began to die down and the black clouds let shafts of bright sunshine glow through large holes in them as though they’d been rent.  The rain slowly stopped and the sea was soon a sheet of glass.

“You kind of look like fairies and strummers all rolled into one!” said the dragon and began to change its form, turning into a large cat-like creature that stood on two legs.

She, for they decided that the cat must be a she, had sleek silver fur and a long tale, that waved about.  She also had a scaly jewelled crown and wings.

Jane, who knew something about cats, felt she must be mollified.  After all, cats wave their tails when their irritated, she thought to herself.

“Excuse us Ma’am,” she said and curtsied, “but we’re new here.  You see, my brother Jason and I were taking a walk and we found an old shepherd’s cabin.  When we went inside it there was only a mirror and it was painted over with white paint.  Jason decided to remove some of the paint.  The sun hit the uncovered mirror and we found ourselves here.  We’re neither fairies nor strummers, you see, we’re people.”

“Hummm … ” purred the cat-dragon “I don’t know what a shepherd is, but I do know that the portal has been found! Only you don’t look like heroes.  Smallish.  So how do you propose to save my kingdom?”

Jane frowned at Jason as if to say … and now what?


Second Part of The Mirror inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Fairy Tale Prompt #7

 

The Mirror – Fairy Tale Prompt

BaitaChapter One
The Mirror

Jason and Jane went tramping through the woods one summer afternoon.  They came upon an old shepherd’s hut, half underground, which is how they used to build them back then.  If they’d wanted to, they could have walked up the slate roof, but they were more curious to see what was inside.

The door had a heavy lock and chain that should have held it tightly shut, but the fact is that Jason with a mighty kick caved both the door and its frame right in.

The inside of the house was full of cobwebs and was dark and dank … but there seemed to be a light at the far back of the room.  They got a leafy branch from nearby and entered clearing cobwebs as they went along.

They followed the light.  On the wall at the far end of the empty shack, there wasn’t a light at all but an ornate mirror!

“Ah … see it’s just a mirror reflecting the light!” Jason said.

“No, look closer, there are no reflections and it’s painted white anyway!” Jane replied.

They looked closer and Jason picked up a piece of what looked like an old rusty sword blade. He scraped off some of the white paint.

Jane grabbed his hand and whispered “No, I’ve got a bad feeling about this!”

“Don’t be a silly sissy!  It’s only a mirror.”

“But what’s a fancy mirror like this doing in an abandoned shepherd’s hut?  And why do you think they painted it over?  No, I really don’t like the feel of this.  Come on.  Let’s get out of here!” she said wringing her hands.

Jason just ignored her and started scraping at the paint again.

The light became brighter and brighter., the room seemed to somehow become darker and smaller.

Then suddenly, Jason and Jane found themselves standing on a cliff overlooking a roaring sea in tempest … a dragon flew through the air overhead.


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Fairytale Prompt #7